Black Clover high ♣️

My name's Sheila and my life's basically at risk. Let me explain from the very beginning... Mrs Edgewood a 65 year old woman at the time decided to build her school in a secluded area-a choice to be regretted- why? Because what she didn't realise (The fact that the Very land she built her school on was cursed and haunted) *** A lil flash back I woke up late on a Saturday morning and as always,My Dad who I lived alone with was already awake. As I greeted him "good morning" There was something different in his eyes. The tone he spoke with uncertain.. He bore a lost look on his face which was unusual but I tried to brush it off . I was lost in thought when..."Sheila ,Sheila" My Dad called. I snapped out of it and answered my name "Yes Dad!". He spoke with a conflicted voice "Sheila I just realised that I have been diagnosed with a very terrible illness due to your mother's death ... -He paused for a moment - then he continued"I'll have to send you to a boarding school deep in the country side because I am weary and can't take care of you". I tried to give a look of support and understanding but what formed on my face was a sad crooked smile. I ran close to his side crying for as long as I could and that was all I remembered before being admitted into BLACK CLOVER HIGH‼️ The next day,my dad was already waving me goodbye and I tugged at my luggage feeling the dry steak of tears on my already pale face . As I stepped into the school, I felt a piece of me left behind , I felt quite empty and the look of the school contributed greatly to it. Gray worn out buildings ,the barbed fences and dark corners all reminded me of my mother's death and my father's sickness. As I was thinking, a girl of about my age or at most one year older tapped me then began to speak in a voice that seemed out of place in this environment ( a cheery voice). "Hi ,I'm Francine may I show you around? I spoke not a word and responded with a mere nod. she helped me with a few of my luggage and led me into my dormitory As she began talking to me and introducing me to everyone around, for a second in 3 months since the illness of my father, I felt a tiny surge of hope in my veins "Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad " I thought Time flew by and it was already dinner time. I followed Francine and two others to the canteen.what was served for dinner was pudding with a side of peas. "Disgusting!" I scowled to myself as the lady serving plopped a huge blob of the pudding on my plate I was actually so famished from the journey that I managed to eat more than half of the food before realising that the food was indeed very unpalatable and disgusting. Exactly 45 minutes later, I went back to my dorm and met my new , unaccommodating roomate Priscilla. I sat down on my bed and while barely listening to Priscilla blabbing on and on about different things. "Sheila don't you dare use my perfumes", "This side of the wardrobe is all mine" "blah blah blah..." Then I realised she finally stopped talking . I stood up from my bed and went to freshen up in the bathroom By the time I had changed into my silk night gown, I was told by a girl two rooms from mine that Miss Burne , the hostel coordinator called for me. I put on my slippers and went off to her room she handed me two voluminous black books which were apparently meant to aid me in all my study assignments and class exercises. I staggered back to my room with those huge books in my arms. I dropped them in my locker and curled myself up in my bed and my mind began to travel again. I wondered how the rest of my days in school would go, if my dad would ever get better and that's how I fell asleep. I woke up the next day at around 5:30 AM to prepare with the rest of the students for lectures. We had our morning exercise ,then we were given 45 minutes to clean our rooms , freshen up and change to our uniforms. our uniform consisted of a gray collared shirt with a black pleated skirt with a white and black striped tie accompanied by a black armless cardigan. I remember skipping breakfast that morning to save a good seating position in my class grade 11c. I carried my heavy books and places in my locker and begun reading what I had for the first period -Geometry. All the classes I had in the morning and afternoon flew by very swiftly. we had a recess (break) of 2 hours before our evening lectures Mr kurosaki was already in the class waiting and I and my seatmate Raphael who was normally called "Raph" by all our set mates, arrived at the same time as me. Mr kurosaki spoken in raspy tone"Come students, take your seats and wait for your remaining classmates". we waited for about 10 minutes before the class was almost full then he spoke again"Shall we begin?" He didn't wait for our response and began. A few minutes into the second period of Mr kurosaki's evening class we suddenly had creepy noises; A howl, then a screech then a rustle of leaves which was odd because there were no trees close to our school. Before we could think thoroughly about the whole situation, all the lights went off and we had a very loud masculine scream we all know it was Mr kurosaki. By the time the light were back on, we saw his black glasses and a pool of crimson red blood. No traces of footprints , fur or anything that could have killed him was seen and that sent shivers down my 14 year old spine. Everyone else in the classroom seemed a little indifferent and I was confused up until they explained that this happens a lot in Black clover and that this was our fourth history teacher in the span of two weeks. The next afternoon, I kept on thinking about our missing or maybe even dead teacher. it was recess time and I was about to leave my class to the canteen to eat lunch but my classmates stopped me right In My tracks Tom , who had recently become my only actual male friend in the whole school since I joined explained that since our teacher was most likely dead we had to recite an incantation to the spirit of the deceased founder of the school Mrs Edgewood who died long ago but her spirit helps those who seeked her. The whole class of 30 students sat in a circle and Raphael brought out a fairly used candle and give it to Tom and he started reciting what looked like gibberish but was actually some random language I didn't understand "mshlamadu do vascala de natasaba" Tom pronounced with precision and certainty. All of a sudden, a very very heavy thunderstorm began which made everywhere look darker than it was meant to be at the time of the afternoon."woosh woosh" we heard the swirl of leaves again the candle immediately flickered and turned off. Two of my classmates, Tom and Rebecca began to twitch ,twist and turn and suddenly only the white part of their eyes could be seen everyone seemed into the whole recitation and only I seemed to be freaked out about the whole thing. ***